Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.